Life is Full of Mysteries

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[skelotan]

This is what happens when you say yes to everything at the checkout.

[thememedaddy]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Your dad is literally the vikings in the first How To Train Your Dragon book.

[stickandthorn]

The thing about Campaign 4 is that if everyone was 15% more messy and a decade younger, it would be nuclear fallout levels of dramatic. All because Thjazi Fang was the messiest bitch known to man. Thjazi married a noblewoman, rebelled against her family, got defeated by his wife’s sworn protector, and now his wife and the sworn protector (who, lest we forget, hates him so much he spit on his corpse) are traveling with his brother’s ex wife (who’s son is training with the sworn protector), and the ancient elf who he stole an ancient spiritual relic from, and he stole that relic with the best friend his wife gave to him as a gift. This isn’t even touching on the Tacchonis of it all. Like hello??? In any other world drinks would be being thrown in faces every single night.

[honourablejester]

I don’t know why that affected me so strongly, but I’m watching a youtube video on disasters on Lake Huron, and the first one involves a coal freighter that was lost in the White Hurricane of 1913 called the SS Argus. Everyone on the ship was lost. But it’s mentioned that the captain’s body washed up later, and was found without a life jacket. So they thought, based partly on testimony of another ship that thought they saw them go down, that it just happened too fast for him to have time to get his jacket. But then another body was found, that of the second cook, and she was found wearing the life jacket marked ‘captain’. And that’s …

It didn’t work. It didn’t save her. But it’s so very possible that he spent his last moments alive trying to save someone else, one of his crew, and they probably both knew that it wouldn’t work, that there wasn’t a lot of hope in a blizzard on the lakes in November, but he tried … he tried anyway. Even if it did nothing but maybe make her body easier for her family to find.

You know that Mr Rogers thing of ‘look for the helpers’? How many times has someone, facing the end, done something tiny and fragile and maybe hopeless just to try and help someone else? Whether it works or not. How many people went to their graves at least trying?

That has to say something about us. As a people. As monstrous as we sometimes (perhaps often) are, so many times we were also …

Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.

And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no getting out of this for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.

And maybe no one will ever know. But maybe also some day more than a century down the line, maybe some idiot will be crying into her coffee because of what you died trying.

[3liza]

usa: you do not need to go to the post office to mail a package

you can order priority mail shipping boxes and envelopes in any size from store.usps.com for free. if you do not have a printer, you can buy them with the postage already paid on them. the postal service will deliver these boxes to your house. you can pack your item into the box at home, then go back to usps.com and schedule a time for the mailman to pick the package up from your house. this is also free. you do not have to visit the post office at any point in this process. if you use flat rate mailers you also do not need to weigh anything.

i have to explain this to people about 20 times a year, no joke. it is some sort of anti post office conspiracy that everyone thinks you have to buy shipping boxes and then drive to the post office and stand in line to mail things. you do not. shipping mailers and boxes are 100% free. priority mail service or above (and prices are now adjusted to the point that its usually pointless not to use priority mail) entitles you to a free pickup, and if you have even one priority mail package to ship, you can ask for all your other packages to be picked up on the same trip too.

if you are shipping JUST books, use Media Mail. its very cheap

[elljayvee]

Everything above is accurate. It's how I handle mailing out almost everything I need to mail. Every so often I go to usps.com and order a bunch of flat rate boxes and envelopes and put them in my office. When I run low, I do it again. I mail these all out with printed labels and scheduled pickups. Priority Flat Rate isn't super duper cheap but neither is my time, now is it.

I also order all my stamps from usps.com and always just get a huge batch of fun Forever ones.

[saiyanqueenreads]

As a money saver, it's worth noting that Media Mail is not JUST for books either. CD's and DVD's also qualify under media mail, as do "comics" without advertising such as fandom zines, and doujinshi.

Media mail is usually a TON less expensive than traditional mailing, especially on textbooks and other heavier items that will qualify, so it's worth checking to see if what you're shipping qualifies...

[animentality]

[florencemachines]

The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (2003)

🎬 Peter Jackson

+ IMDb trivia (FotR trivia) (ttt trivia)

bonus

[papayafromtv]

i do find it funny the concept of all the batkids agreeing that tim is the most likely to eventually snap and go full supervillain on them all. like i bet damian and jason get together and decide that to lower the risk they should ragebait the fuck out of him at any and all opportunity to try and steer him away from overreactions. and i bet it stresses dick the fuck out.

-

Jason: *trips Tim for no reason* whatcha' gonna do? kill me again?

Tim: can you give it a fucking rest- *tries to get up*

Jaosn: no *shoves him back down*

Dick, furiously whispering after Tim leaves: can you stop pissing him off you know he's a flight risk-!

Jason: that's the point. if we piss him off enough he'll get used to it and he'll stop thinking everything should be retaliated with via supervillain revenge. we're lowering the stock value of his rage.

Dick:

Dick: are you fucking kidding me-

-

Damian: *walks into the batcave and silently shoots Tim with a paintball gun*

Tim: OW- YOU PIECE OF-

Damian: deep breaths Timothy. remember your mental exercises.

Tim: SHUT THE FUCK UP. I'LL-

Damian: *shoots him again*

Tim:

Tim:

Damian: *cocks gun in warning*

Tim: ...i'm going to go. do some gardening. and meditate.

Dick, after Tim leaves, face pale: why are you testing him like that he's going to kill us all.

Damian: Todd and i have a schedule to ensure premium anger management training.

Dick: THATS NOT GONNA WORK.

Damian: and yet he's gardening right now.

-

*during a JL meeting the batkids had to help out with*

Tim: -so that's my plan, are there any objections?

Jason: yeah, that plan's fucking stupid. like seriously, did you even try?

Damian: literally the most pathetic attempt at displaying intelligence i've ever seen. no wonder your original parents stopped calling.

Tim: *stares at the two blankly for fifteen full seconds*

Tim: ok well anyway-

Diana, leaning in to Dick: ...what was that about?

Dick, white-knuckling the table, blood pressure through the roof: they're. trying to train him.

Diana:

Diana: they're what now.

[papayafromtv]

Batboys playing cards.

"-Well Damian's the biggest hater in this family," Tim points out, gesturing outwards with his can of coke as Dick places a card on the table. "Like he'll- dude, you'll hate for literally no reason."

"All of my hatred has reason." Damian denies casually, throwing a chip in his mouth and crunching loudly.

"Do you remember how much you hated me when you first came to Gotham? Like," Tim snickers slightly. "You didn't even know me, there was no reason for that."

"I didn't hate you," Damian argues. "I was just indignant at your continued presence in the house. And that was Todd's fault, not mine."

Eyes flicking to the side and noting the way Jason bites his lip before quickly taking a swig of beer, Dick narrows his eyes, mouth twitching upwards at the sides. "Wait, why would that be Jason's fault? What did he do?"

"When he dropped me off at the manor he told me Drake was a make-a-wish child."

Tim's posture goes slack, pausing as he places his card on the pile and looking across the table incredulously. "What?"

"Well I didn't-" Damian's face cracks slightly and he coughs, re-organising his hand. "I didn't know Robin was a thing that existed, you know? My mother told me about Batman because she wanted me to respect my father, but she had no reason to mention the fact that he had a sidekick, and Todd didn't like talking about his time with father so he never specified that he'd been Robin. And so when we got to Gotham like, a couple hours before we reached the manor we actually happened to see Batman out on patrol from a distance, right? And I saw Tim as Robin swinging after him, and I looked at Todd and was like, 'the fuck was that?'."

Tim and Dick both look at Jason, who stares intently at his cards, ignoring them, clearly in the midst of a desperate attempt not to smile. He was failing, lips twitching as his brow furrows in false concentration.

"And Todd tells me, without a second thought," Damian continues, sending Jason an exasperated glare, "That you were a charity case Batman had allowed to accompany him for a night, in partnership with the make-a-wish foundation; you know like when kids wish to hang out with their favourite celebrities or play football with their favourite team? So I didn't know you were like, supposed to be my new brother, I just thought you were some dying kid overstaying his welcome."

"You thought I was dying?!" Tim says, incredulous. Dick is staring at Jason with his mouth open, eyes shining in pure awe, and Jason silently shakes his head, pressing his lips together so hard they go white.

"I mean-" Damian smothers a laugh, gesturing. "You did look kinda sickly?"

Jason lifts his hand of cards up to cover his face, closing his eyes and letting out a slight squeak.

"Anyway, pick up two." Damian shrugs, tossing a card on the pile and leaning back in his seat, blank in the face of Tim's wide-eyed offense and disbelief.

"So when you tried to kill him...?" Dick asks, when it becomes clear Tim has bluescreened too much to respond. Damian sticks out his bottom lip, shrugging again.

"I figured 'hey, might as well speed up the process'."

Jason's shoulders shake desperately, and he turns his head to the side to mumble out from behind his shield of cards at Tim, voice wet with amusement, "I- I told him you had the condition of the kid from the secret garden, you know- where he had those weird back lumps and was all weak n' shit?"

Tim smacks him in the shoulder with his cards angrily, and Jason wheezes.

[l-a-l-o-u]

My favorite human ritual is the unspoken rule that if you enjoyed a concert, you must clap without stopping at the end (if you were seated, you may rise to express further respect). The musician will bow, then exit the stage, but you must keep clapping. The musician must return and act surprised, bow again, then exit once more, and you continue to clap. Then, the musician will return and play one or two extra numbers (you stop clapping during the music) and at the end after they leave for the last time, you can clap as long as you wish but the musician will not return. It’s just such a cute song and dance. I've been to shows where the musician expects it (to the point that i could see their timer backstage that indicated how much time they had left for the show and they bowed for the first time with 20 minutes to spare) so they just go through the motion of pretending to end the show but the extra number is completely planned and we all expect it. Everyone in the audience is in on it but we all just do it anyway because it’s like a conversation were the audience and the musician are saying Thank You to each other over and over. Makes me feel some type of way

[viralfrog]

[loveyourlovelysoul]

What you call self-sabotage might just be your body saying: "Familiar pain feels safer than unfamiliar peace"

What you call procrastination might just be your body saying: "I'm overwhelmed and everything feels too much"

What you call anxiety might just be your body saying: "I've been in danger before, and I don't know if it's over yet"

What you call neediness might just be your body saying: "I didn't get what I needed, and I'm still longing"

What you call overreacting might just be your body saying: "This feels like danger to me because it once was"

What you call emotional instability might just be your body saying: "I was never taught that feeling emotions could be safe"

What you call resistance might just be your body saying: "I don't feel safe enough to do what you want me to"

What you call laziness might just be your body saying: "I'm frozen because I had to work hard for too long"*

What you call numbness might just be your body saying: "I had to shut down to keep you safe"

What you call avoidance might just be your body saying: "Im not ready to face this yet. I need slower exposure to it"

(the.trauma.educator on ig)

*gentle reminder that body gets tired also after doing mentally draining work/job (which includes feeling stressed too, not just studying or working 9-5 in front of a computer -which holds responsabilities, anyway)

[userfish]

my ducks? in a row. the elephant? addressed. my goose? cooked. my eggs? in several baskets. the bigger fish? fried.

[creez-un-compte]

Your monkeys ?

[thereisalesbianintheforest]

those aren’t mine.

[yesterdaysprint]

Barnard Bulletin, New York, December 20, 1935

[doctorbluesmanreturns]

Glad to know that the people in 1935 were EXACTLY the same as we are lol

[sashaforthewin]

Every time I see this I lose my mind over the idea of being super behind in tiddle de winks and ping pong and in dire need of catching up

[wickedsnack]

so as long as tumblr keeps this, here's the tumblr version of etiquette that was maintained when twitter's quote-retweets affected artist visibility/notes:

for art that someone has added reblog commentary to (or removed the caption from), reblog from the source

otherwise, avoid adding reblog comments to art (as this will affect the artist's notes/visibility)—utilize tags and replies to provide commentary (which artists will absolutely appreciate)

reblog comments are comments added to the body of a post, not the tags and not replies.

[penandinkprincess]

feeling unreasonably amused and fond about the idea of bb shane figuring out that timeout=having to go sit somewhere quiet and not have anyone talk to him

and thus putting HIMSELF in timeout especially at family events with a frequency that has other family members pulling yuna and david aside to be like, "he really didn't do anything wrong, he doesn't need to be in timeout. it's okay." and them having to figure out a way to explain that yeah, they know. this wasn't their call. he is free to leave whenever he wants. he's literally not in trouble for anything. he went up to yuna, said "mommy, i need a timeout" and then walked himself off to go sit in the guest room looking SO pleased at this loophole out of having to talk to people when he's tired of it.

[penandinkprincess]

he was GOING to let it go that parker took the cookie he wanted AND said hockey was stupid, but if that's what it takes to get a timeout 👊

[darlingofdots]

okay but Shane takes a hit late in the game and doesn't return so in the post-game presser somebody (they're new, they don't know any better, they will never make this mistake again) asks Ilya "how's Hollander's head" and Ilya experiences every emotion at once as he wrestles with the lingering terror of seeing the love of his life take five seconds too long to get up (he's fine) and also the sheer delight at being offered this perfect, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity on a silver platter

[darlingofdots]

and with absolutely heroic effort, ilya says something entirely boring and appropriate about concussions, can't be too careful but thankfully nothing to worry about this time, Hollander will be back in time to crush the Pamphlets, yada yada, because he is a good husband and respects Shane's boundaries, and then they're walking to the car to finally go home and Shane is holding an icepack and there are still a couple reporters milling about and some asshole yells "hey Hollander, you sure your head's okay?"

and Shane looks directly into their phone camera and says, "I don’t know, you'll have to ask my husband"